8 “He hopode to Drihtne, alyse he hine nu he gealp þæt he hine lufode.”
Swa hi me gesawon, sona hig wegdan, hrerdan heora heafod;
and he me gelædde on rymet of minum nearonessum and gedyde me halne, for þam he me wolde.
Onwreoh Gode þine wegas and hopa to him; he þe gedeð fultum,
and þonne hy tobrecað eall min ban; and þonne me hyspað þa þe me swencað; and huru swiðost þonne hy cweðað ælce dæge: hwær ys þin God?”
Sete on Drihten þin soð gehygd; he þe butan fracoðum fedeð syððan. Ne syleð he soðfæstum syððan to feore þæt him yþende mod innan hreðre;
Cweþað cuðlice: “Wuton cunnian, hwænne hine god læte swa swa gymeleasne; þonne we hine forgripen and his geara ehtan; syþþan he ne hæbbe helpend ænne.”
For ðon he hyhte to me, ic hine hraðe lyse, niode hine scylde, nu he cuðe naman minne.